Thank you for having me on your blog today! I am very excited to introduce your readers to the Price family.A Hero Insideis the first novella in my Love With A Price series. I’ve been spending a lot of time with the Price family, and I hope you all will love them as much as I do. I’m thrilled to tell you that the next two novellas in the Price series are already contracted and will be released over the next couple of months. Until then, enjoy the love story of Ethan and Tori…

A Hero Inside (Love With A Price, Book 1)

Blurb

After bouncing around foster care homes as a kid, Tori Bennett abandoned her dream of having a family long ago. Instead, she is focused on saving money to finish her nursing degree, and seems content to adopt her best friend Becca’s family as her own.

On the eve of Thanksgiving, a handsome stranger saves Tori from a would-be robber. Tori can’t get this hero out of her head. Once she finds out he’s her best friend’s brother, life gets complicated.

Ethan Price has been running for years. After the death of his father, he shut down emotionally, deciding it’s easier to be alone than to deal with the pain of loving – and losing – someone.

Sparks ignite between Ethan and a gorgeous bartender after he saves her from a gunman. Once he finds out she’s the best friend of his little sister, Ethan has to decide if it’s worth the risk to stop running away and take a chance on love.

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About N.J. Young

N.J. Young has been a writer since she was old enough to hold a pencil. After realizing the trials of corporate America weren’t for her, she decided to leave that world behind and pursue her true dream of writing. Instead of spending her days writing sexy texts to her husband and engaging in “that’s what she said” jokes, she took that energy and poured it into her books. Sprinkle in a couple of hot guys, a little suspense, and a few sexual fantasies, and her first book was born. She now spends her days drinking coffee at her computer, while diving into the adventures of the imaginary friends who live in her novels.

N.J. Young was born and raised in the Midwest, and currently resides in the Kansas City area with her husband, two children, and a menagerie of animals. When she’s not writing, she enjoys horror movies, live music, cooking, and telling her kids why they can’t read mommy’s books.

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A Hero Inside Excerpt

Ethan watched as she took a deep breath and then looked at him. He wished she didn’t look at him like he was a hungry wolf waiting to devour her. But then, that was a fairly accurate comparison, wasn’t it? He did want to devour her. Every inch of her. Oh, he’d bet she tasted sweeter than any pie.

“So, cinnamon,” she said in a rush. “I know where Sally keeps her spices in the pantry.”

“Tori.” He tasted her name on his lips, but she ignored him, rushing by him and opening the door to the huge walk-in pantry. She flipped the light on and walked to the back of the room. Well, if this was the only chance he had to talk to her alone…

“What are you doing?” She whirled around as he shut the door behind him and leaned against it.

“I want to talk to you.” He wanted more than that, but right now, he would settle for talking.

“About what?” She crossed her arms over her chest. Dammit, she was putting up her shield again, and he wouldn’t let her. He’d seen the way she looked at him through dinner. He knew he wasn’t making it up in his head. It took him only a split second to make a decision.

“About this.” In two steps, he crossed to her and wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her to him so their lower halves were pressed together. As hard as he was when he was near her, there was no doubt in his mind that she could feel the rigid line of his erection pressed against her.

He knew he was right when her wide green eyes darkened. “Ethan.” Her hands came up to his chest and shoved at him. “What are you doing? Your mother is in the next room.”

Oh, he’d be damned if she was going to shove him away. Clasping her wrists in his strong hands, he backed her up against the wall and pinned her arms above her head.

Her breath had quickened, and Ethan could feel the pounding of her heart. “I…” She swiped that tongue over her lips and he had to bite back a groan. “I … uh…” She was staring at his mouth. “What was the question?”

Tightening his grip on her wrists, he knew he couldn’t resist her for one more second. Leaning in, he crushed his mouth to hers, and reveled in the moan that escaped her into his mouth. As her lips parted in an unspoken invitation, his tongue surged, sliding against hers. That torturous tongue of hers danced and played with his.

His natural dominance took over as she softened under him. God, he wanted her. He’d never wanted a woman as much as he wanted her in this instant. He angled his head this way and that, taking her mouth over and over again. When he released her wrists, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair, lightly tugging. The soft moans she made in the back of her throat flowed into him in an offering.

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Hi! Thanks for letting me stop by to talk about my new book – Crossroads. The story was inspired by a recent trip to New Orleans. We stayed at the historic Omni Royal Orleans in the heart of the French Quarter and we were able to walk to all the fantastic restaurants, shopping, and entertainment. We toured the area hit by Katrina, the cemeteries, and the voodoo museum. In movies and TV, voodoo is usually shown as a dark and scary practice. In reality, it's a religious practice in which the followers have direct contact with the spirits. And that's the story I wanted to tell.The events in Crossroads take place around Christmas, a season of miracles, but really, it could happen any time of the year. All you have to do is believe…

Blurb

Long time lovers, Louis Abellard and Jesse Trudeau work in a Voodoo shop in the French Quarter. Jesse is a believer, but Louis turned his back on the spirits when they allowed his mother to die of cancer.

When Jesse is hospitalized with leukemia, Louis is desperate to save him. He’ll do anything—except ask the spirits for help. Then one night an unlikely ally makes contact, and Louis finds himself at a crossroads. Maybe it’s time to revisit his past and confront his inner demons.

Teaser

Three years ago, Jesse walked into the voodoo shop and asked for a job. It was love at first sight—for Mawmaw and Jesse. They hit it off immediately. Jesse is a believer, the grandson she should have had.

I was smitten, too, but for other reasons. Jesse looked so damn hot, all long blond hair and golden-brown skin like he should have been riding a surfboard instead of a skateboard. His cutoffs were stretched tight over the bulge at his crotch, and being the slut I was back then, I wanted to fuck him. I gave Mawmaw a thumbs-up, and she hired him on the spot.

Jesse stayed for dinner. My grandmother filled his head with ghost stories and his stomach with her spicy shrimp gumbo. I took him to bed later and filled him in other ways. It didn’t take long for lust to turn into the real thing. Fortunately, I didn’t screw things up, and Jesse moved in two weeks later. Jesse is easy to love. I’m not sure what he sees in me, I’m just grateful the feelings are mutual.

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Author Bio:

Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.

Sunday, December 20, 2015

Thank you so much for having me today and for the opportunity to share a bit about my new holiday release, Mistle Tow. I've always wanted to write a Christmas story. Though, I always thought when I finally wrote one it would be a mushy, heart-warming, sentimental, tearjerker. But when inspiration hit, that's not what materialized at all. Instead it turned out to be a gift of sorts for the man who inspired the story. My husband.
For more than twenty years my man drove a tow truck while I was the stay-at-home mom and we raised three amazing kids. And now, that same wonderful man, allows me to live my dream of telling stories like this one.
So be forewarned, if you’re looking for a mushy sentimental, carol-filled, tree-trimming, tinsel clinging, twinkling lights and sweet togetherness kind of story, that’s not what this is. It’s really only a holiday story in the sense that it takes place over the Christmas season. It's about a man trying to move on with his life while avoiding the holidays altogether. But it does contain a hot blonde in a Santa hat, some mistletoe and a sleek and sexy black '66 Chevelle.
I guess it did turn out kinda mushy in the long run. A love story for the wrecker operator who hooked my heart when I was fifteen-years-old. And he's never let go.
Hope you enjoy!

Here's the blurb:

The last thing Brantley Holley wants to do this year is spend the holidays at home with his family.
In an attempt to move on from his failed marriage, Brant places the marital home on the market and also decides to clean house, ridding himself of any and all reminders. Although it wrecks him to do so, that includes selling his beloved '66 Chevelle which also may have contributed to the demise of his marriage.
Brant puts his baby up on the auction block at one of the premier auction houses — the auction to be held over the holidays. But instead of racking up needless extra miles on her, which might be a detriment to potential buyers, he hires a flatbed tow truck to convey his precious cargo from Philadelphia to Arizona.
But when the rollback shows up, Brant is totally unprepared for the sexy blonde bombshell in the red Santa hat who steps out of the massive red tow truck.
All of a sudden, the holidays are looking a whole lot more festive.

Excerpt:

Brant took one last sip of his coffee in time to hear the unmistakable rumble of a large truck pull up outside, followed by the obnoxious warning back-up beeper that tow trucks were mandated to
employ these days.
Placing his cup on the counter, he took a deep calming breath and hurried over to the door separating the house from the garage.
Hesitating, he stood there with his hand on the doorknob.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked himself for the hundredth time. He’d struggled with this decision for months now. Even after he’d made it and taken the steps to follow through, putting his girl up on the auction block was one of the hardest decisions he’d ever had to make. But it was time to move on. She brought back too many memories he needed to put behind him.
With determination he opened the door and rushed outside before the tow-truck driver rang the bell.
The first thing he saw was the flatbed of the tow truck and he was at once relieved to see how new and clean it appeared to be. The last thing he wanted was his Chelle being transferred on some greasy dirty wrecker. For one, she wasn’t being scrapped, and two, Brant kept all of his stuff in pristine condition. For their last ride together, he intended for her send off to remain the status quo.
Brant stepped out onto the front stoop and immediately pulled his collar up. It was damn cold and by the cloud cover, he didn’t doubt the first snowfall of the year was only hours away. “Come on.” He encouraged the driver. “Let’s get outta here before the bad weather comes.” It would kill him to see snow on his car. What had he been thinking? Why hadn’t he hired an enclosed trailer? Especially at this time of year.
The driver’s door opened and he lost all train of thought. One black-booted foot appeared on the step-down to the massive red cab. Brant followed the line of that knee-high boot up a slim, denim-covered thigh, hip, and waist to the plaid shirt that he half-expected to be topped off with a red and black trimmed jacket. But instead of some burly bearded lumberjack type, he stared into the flawless face of a woman who should be on the cover of one of his car magazines, draped over some sleek and sexy machine instead of driving a fucking rollback.
Things were definitely looking up.

Hope you enjoyed the little teaser.
However you celebrate the season and even if you don't, I'd like to wish everyone, the peace, love and charity, this time of year evokes.
Blessings and Merry Christmas.
H K

A Christmas Home

Genre: Paranormal, Rubenesque, May-December, Shifters

Release Date: December 15, 2015

Blurb:

Ophelia Lambros thought her life was in order, until she lost her fiance and job all in one day.

She couldn’t return the honeymoon trip she'd been given so she takes the opportunity to find herself on the slopes of Wyoming on the back of a snowmobile.

Jagger Morris was perfectly happy running his repair shop in Shifter Falls, his home for years. As the Kodiak Bear Alpha, he has a lot on his plate. When a new pack asks to join them, Jagger’s hackles rise, but he doesn't know why.

When he meets his fated mate, Ophelia, she shares a piece of herself that confirms his suspicious nature was spot on. As a seer, she can see death coming their way. Can she make her new mate and his friends understand the risk before time runs out?

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Excerpt:

Throwing the wrench down onto the tool pad, Jagger scrubbed a hand down his face. There were days he loved being a mechanic. Then there were days like today where he knew he should have listened to his mother and gotten into something else. Not that he’d ever tell the woman, even if he was still speaking to her. She already thought too highly of her own opinions. Gods only knew where the woman was today, at least she wasn’t in Shifter Falls giving him even more trouble so that was good.

He grabbed the bottle of water he’d been working on and took a long haul while staring at the engine in question. He was missing something, and it was really starting to piss him off that he couldn’t figure it out.

For the last ten years, he’d been head mechanic at the only automotive shop in Shifter Falls. They were the only one there because they only hired the best and did the best work. Competitors didn’t stand a hope in hell. There had been a few other places that had tried to start up in the Falls. But they’d all shut down within a year because they hadn’t had what it took to work in such a closely knit town. That and they’d been outsiders, something that didn’t go over well with the very private residents who ran the town.

Founded by a shifter pack more than two hundred years prior, the town was home to six different types of shifters. Only through harsh laws and firm hands at the helm of each pack did it work. Especially considering the mix the Falls had running around.

There were plenty of humans living and working there, too, but the majority of the population was other. Sometimes there were problems. Sometimes there were all-out fights, but in the end they all knew they had to live together so things had better damn well work out. Which they usually did, eventually.

Moving to the open door of the bay he was working in, he stared out at the falling snow. The weatherman had predicted another couple of inches throughout the day, and more overnight. Great for all the tourists currently running around Shifter Falls in search of as many wintertime activities as they could find. It also had its perks for the business. It was amazing how many out-of-state tourists had no idea how to handle driving in snow.

He spotted a friend and lifted a hand in greeting. Conroy Hayden was the owner of On The Plate, one of four restaurants in Shifter Falls. The guy was a damn connoisseur when it came to flavors. Likely why his restaurant had managed to get rave reviews in several travel and food magazines. Since then people had come to Shifter Falls not only for the events held but in the hopes to get a table in his restaurant.

“Con, good to see you. I have to admit I didn’t think you’d actually get out during the lunch rush.”

The large redhead shrugged and shot him a smirk. “Figured I should bring you something to eat or you’d forget. Again.”

Jagger spotted the bag then and felt his belly rumble. He’d only had a piece of toast and several cups of coffee for breakfast that morning. It was already one in the afternoon and he wasn’t exactly a small guy. Waving Conroy into the bay, he followed behind the man, shooting the troublesome engine a glare. He cleared off a spot on his work table before grabbing a couple stools to set in front. He took one while Conroy unloaded the bag, hitting Jagger with the scent of cooked meat and spices. His stomach let out a hungry snarl that earned him a knowing look from his friend. Jagger held his tongue, knowing anything he said would only provide Con with more ammo to use against him at a later date.

He accepted the plate from his friend and unwrapped it. A huge pile of roast beef he knew was slow cooked, mashed potatoes, and seasonal greens from the greenhouse at the end of town. Con handed him a little container which held gravy, utensils, and a napkin.

“Thanks,” he said. Cutting off a piece of the beef, Jagger slowly chewed the perfectly cooked meat. It practically melted on his tongue. “Damn this is good,” he practically moaned. Another bite he chewed slowly. He knew better than to shove Con’s food down his throat as fast as possible. The man would beat him silly. And Con was nearly as large as Jagger. They’d both taken boxing as kids, but Jagger had plain meanness on his side. Con was a good soul who wanted to help others, which was why he’d gotten into feeding folks. He said the food was good for the soul and part of why On The Plate did the soup kitchen for those who needed a helping hand.

After finishing the meal, Jagger wiped his mouth while Con packed up the dishes. The secondary dish caught his attention. “What’s that?”

“Dessert,” Con told him.

Accepting the dish, he pulled the top off and inhaled the scent from the hot dessert. It was a crumble of some sort. Rhubarb, for sure, definitely strawberries, but there was something else. He took a bite and let out a moan of pleasure.

“I’m going to assume you like it.”

“Dude, this is spectacular. What all’s in here?”

“The usual, but I threw in some cranberries this time for a more seasonal flavor. Gives it a different taste.”

He nodded, it did at that. Scraping out the last, he licked off the spoon under Con’s knowing watch and passed it back. Another wipe with his napkin before he tossed it into the garbage closest and leveled a look at his friend. “I guess this wasn’t just your need to feed me, since you usually dump and run. What’s going on?”

“Don’t know yet but figured I’d give you a heads-up. The sheriff and a couple deputies were in for lunch today and we got to talking. Apparently there are rumblings from the city council about another pack wanting to set up shop here. They’re calling an emergency meeting tomorrow night to discuss it with the alphas and their seconds. You’ll be getting the call soon, but I wanted to let you know before you got it. I know how much you hate surprises.”

That was an understatement. The last surprise Jagger had gotten was his parents divorcing, his father leaving the Falls, and his mother hooking up with the first of many younger males to keep her bed warm. Since then he’d managed to avoid being surprised with the help of those he called and considered to be true friends, like Conroy. Without them, he’d have been caught with his pants down more than once. But they looked out for him, and he helped look out for them in turn. They were more his family than his parents ever had been.

“I’ll be ready, thanks.” Standing, he gave his friend the quintessential man hug and walked him out of the bay. He stayed there a moment longer to watch the comings and goings of the locals and tourists before turning to face his current nemesis. One way or another he was damn well going to get this thing running. Then he could take it over to the hotel and return it to the tourist to which it belonged.

“All right, you giant hunk of metal, let’s get down to business.”

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Deck the halls with all things kinky. Jonas is an incubus
with an incurable lust for women, gingerbread, and holiday lights. He needs one
more soul to meet his quota. Amid the baubles and frivolity of the Winter
Carnival, he meets Holly Pendleton—a woman with emerald green eyes and a body
built for sin—and marks her as the final soul to end his contract. But now
Jonas faces a heart-wrenching decision: take what he needs to feed his hunger,
or sacrifice himself for the woman who has lit his own demonic soul on fire.
Tied up with red ribbons, Holly just might be Jonas's deepest Christmas wish
and the one woman who could set him free.

Holly Pendleton is still recovering from the death of her
husband and Dom. The holidays are especially lonely until a dark stranger walks
in the door to Harlowe's Bookery and Christmas Shoppe. The man's enigmatic gaze
holds her and ignites her body and her mind. When Holly accepts a job to
decorate the sexy client's apartment, she unknowingly steps into an age-old
battle between the forces of darkness. Jonas Corsair is a man who makes her
blood run hot and her dreams even hotter. But will she survive his hold on her
soul?

Holly Pendleton balanced a pile of books in her arms and
made her way out of the stockroom. She glanced over at her boss and best
friend, Gracie Harlowe, at the register and smiled. She enjoyed the busy throng
of people at the winter carnival and usually looked forward to it. She had
worked other retail jobs in the historic downtown shopping district, but
working here was a dream come true. When Gracie had called her up three months
ago and offered her the assistant manager’s job, she had taken it and hadn’t
looked back.

Teetering on the edge of depression for months after
watching her husband die of cancer, Holly was having a hard time finding the
holiday spirit this year.

Derek had only been thirty-four, she thought bitterly.
They’d been married for nine years, but she had known him since she was a geeky
freshman in high school. The hole was too big to fill, and it left her feeling
empty.

Still, she was grateful to Gracie for kicking her in the
pants and getting her out of bed and back into the world again. Just in time
for the holidays too. It was a special time that she and Derek had always
shared. He would have wanted her to be happy.

She laid the stack of Christmas cookie books on a festive
table near the window display and straightened the array of titles. Her gaze
wandered to the small kitchen at the back of the store, and she made a mental
note to grab some more cookies to refill the party trays on the dessert table.

“Holly!” Gracie waved her arms. “Can you grab me another stack
of Fifty Shades of Grey?”

She glanced at the display where the books were and found
they were down to one copy. Not good. Sales had started to slow down, but
erotica had been steadily increasing over the past few months. It made her
laugh to see the smut novels near the holiday displays, but it made the
customers happy, so who was she to quibble? Besides, she loved reading them
herself.

“I’ll get them!” Holly wound her way back into the stockroom
and yanked a box off the overstock shelves. She grabbed a box cutter, deftly
opened the box and placed the books on a cart, adding some of the second,
third, and the new fourth book in the series, as they were getting a little on
the low side too.

Erotic romance books were one of the few things she let
herself enjoy these days, and she had several customers who came back to ask
her about the latest and greatest. It was a fantasy land that took her beyond
the walls of hospitals and now, the silence of the apartment at night. Reading
was safe. She never even considered dating again. That part of her life was
over.

Holly shook off the melancholy and hoofed it back onto the
shop floor. Stacking the books onto the table, she arranged them in orderly
piles of gray covers with erotic masks, ties, and handcuffs. She passed the
romance section and gathered up some of her favorites to restock her promo
shelf at the storefront. Cherise Sinclair, Kallypso Masters, Jasmine Haynes,
Red Phoenix, Rachel Kramer Bussel…she loved them all. There were so many great
writers that had made bondage erotica take off. Fifty Shades may have gotten
the public reading again, but she had been a fan for years. Now the movie had
come out for the famous books, and she wondered how it compared.

Smiling wistfully, she caressed the covers and wished her
husband were still with her. She missed his firm hand and their power
exchanges. He had been more than just her husband. He had been her Dom. Losing
him had been the collapse of her entire world. If it hadn’t been for these
books and Gracie, she would still be huddled in a miserable ball, crying her
eyes out and wondering why he had to die. He was so young, and they hadn’t had
much time.

“Can you help ring for a second?” Gracie called out and made
a quick jaunt to the restroom in the back of the store.

Holly moved behind the counter and smiled as a woman arrived
in front of her to check out. It was a unique store, and she loved being here.
Gracie had crafted a special place for book lovers, and every holiday she
spruced it up beautifully. Even when she wasn’t working here, Holly loved to
come and check out the newest selections and pick up a couple of items for the
house. Halloween, Christmas, or whatever was happening, Gracie always seemed to
have the perfect balance of home décor and books to dive into, whether it was a
cozy mystery or a pulse-pounding thriller. In the early days, it had just been
decoration, but now she had expanded the business to selling the trees and
offering to spruce up clients’ homes. The shop was every bit as special as
Gracie, and it had, over the years, become Holly’s second home, even before she
started working there.

Decorating clients’ businesses and homes and working behind the
shop counter kept her busy. Putting up a tree gave her joy, and she saw how
other lives were touched by a few twinkle lights and some tinsel. She’d done
some decorations for the folks in the cancer ward, and this was a natural
transition. If she could bring happiness by hanging a wreath or by delivering
an order of books to a shut-in woman, then she was pleased to do it. It took
her mind off the loneliness and gave her a purpose. This time of year especially.

The front door opened with a blast of snowy air, and an
imposing thirty-something man sporting a thigh-length leather coat blew in. His
chiseled features and mass of dark hair made her catch her breath and falter in
her task of ringing up the woman in front of her. The black sweater he wore
under his coat looked striking against the dark blue of his eyes. The gray
slacks draped over his frame, his black boots befitting the weather outside. He
said nothing to her, his gaze captivated by the display of holiday decorations.

How odd.

He reminded her of one of the Doms in her collection of
books. Heat spiked through parts of her she’d thought were as dead as her
husband. She wondered how it would feel to unwrap that package.

Blushing, Holly turned back to the customer in front of her.
Good grief, she hoped he hadn’t noticed her staring.

Holly finished ringing the books up and slipped them into a
bag. She tossed in a candy cane with a card offering their holiday decorating
services attached. “Here you go. Have a wonderful day.”

The woman waved good-bye and shuffled out the door into the
snow. Looking anywhere but at the enigmatic man in front of her, Holly fought
the sensation of butterflies fluttering in her stomach. He was incredible. The
way his well-built form filled the space made her eyes automatically seek him
out. Warmth stirred in her lower belly, and she nibbled on her lip.

“Hello. Welcome to Harlowe’s.” She fiddled with the hem of
her sweater and felt a surge of heat rush up the sides of her face.

Ugh. How lame was she to just blurt that out?

The man raised an eyebrow, a dark and sensual smile sliding
over his features. “Thank you.” His voice melted over her like chocolate, and
she shivered.

Holly turned away and busied herself with stuffing bags with
holiday activity lists. What kind of horrible woman was she to even be reacting
to another man just a year after her husband’s passing? Lusting after the man
in gray. Her lips thinned. No. She wasn’t ready for those feelings. Especially
not from a stranger she had seen for all of thirty seconds.

She sneaked a glance at him while she straightened gift
bags. He walked up to the Christmas tree in the front window and stroked its
branches. Fingering the ornaments, he explored their small holiday store with a
reverence that reminded her of a priest in church. Men usually didn’t bother
with Christmas tree ornaments, but he was enraptured. It was mystifying.

A flush crept across Holly’s face. Stirrings of longing
zapped through her body as she wondered if this dark-haired stranger knew his
way around a flogger. Sighing deeply, she knelt down to pick up a bag that had
fallen off the counter while she worked.

“Time for a cold shower tonight,” Holly mumbled. Sensing
someone in front of the register, she stood.

“Hi. Did you need help finding anything…?” The very source
of her temptation stood right in front of her. Oh God. She wanted to reach
right across the counter and run her tongue over those amazing lips.

Holidays in Hell is the beginning to my new series, Demons in Darkness. The next two books will be released in 2016.

Erzabet Bishop is a bestselling and award winning author who
loves to write naughty stories. She is the author of Lipstick, Dinner Date,
Crave, The Science of Lust, Wicked for You, Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board,
Holidays in Hell, Sigil Fire, Written on Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, A Red
Dress for Christmas, The Black Magic Café, Fantasies in Red, Sweet Seductions:
The Erzabet Bishop Collection, Holiday Cruise, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts:
Jess, Temptation Resorts: Marnie, Taming the Beast, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane
Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation along with being a contributor
to many anthologies. Erzabet has been a finalist in the GCLS awards for 2014
and 2015, winning the Goldie for her spot in two anthologies. She has been
nominated for the 2016 Golden Flogger Award for Crave. She lives in Texas with
her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores.
She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies. When
she isn’t writing, she loves to review music and books.

Thursday, December 17, 2015

We're gearing up for the Damn, That's Hot Erotica 4 event on Facebook from January 11th to the 17th
with this series of Provocative Interviews with every participating
author. In these blog posts you'll learn about the writers, their
naughty offerings, and read their responses to offbeat questions that
display their wit, outrageousness, and the sexy imagination that befits a
person who deals with the steamier side of Literature.

ELENA KINCAID

THE BIO

Elena
Kincaid is an award winning author who writes Erotic Paranormal and
Contemporary M/F/M and M/F Romances. She developed a passion for reading
and writing at an early age and loves to write what she loves to read
--- usually romance with a paranormal twist. Her desk is constantly
cluttered with journals, sticky notes, and torn out pieces of paper full
of ideas.

She
was born in the Ukraine and raised in New York, where she currently
lives with her daughter. She graduated college with a BFA in creative
writing and, in addition to writing, also started a graphic design
business a few years afterwards. When not working, Elena loves to spend
time with her family, travel the globe, curl up with a good book, and
catch up on her soaps.

THE Q & A SESSION

Which one of your fictional characters would you like to do the nasty with?

EK
--- Oh my…do I have to pick just one? I would certainly not mind being
sandwiched between Charlie and Cole from Three Made In Heaven or Jordan
and Kane from Alpha Blood, but since you’re making me pick only one,
Nathan from UNSHATTERED. He is a sexy lawyer, a bit of a bad ass, but
with a heart of gold, not to mention extremely talented in the bedroom. I
also modeled him after the actor Daniel DiTomasso. Nuff’ said. ;)

What was your first Erotica book and what was the Toughest thing about writing it?

EK
---Three Made In Heaven was my first. The toughest part was probably my
bad guy in the story; figuring out the threat while still mainly
focusing on the budding relationship between my three characters.

Who's your most exciting character and who would play them in the movie?

EK
--- Probably the men from my WIP Dragon Shifters. I hope to start
writing this series in early 2016. I have three books already plotted
out. The first book is pretty fleshed out and my two male leads are
smokin’ hot. Pun intended. Ian Somerhalder and Ryan Paevey would be
perfect to play them.

Fill In The Blanks ----

EK --- Leather ___flogger : Gold ____earrings : Silver __cuffs

A Great Erotica Novel Must Have what Three Things?

EK
--- A strong plot. Lovable characters with great chemistry. Scorching
love scenes that are passionate and believable and will make the reader
need a cold shower afterwards…or better yet, make them need their
partner.

Give a shout-out to your most valued Fan, Helper, or Mentor and why?

EK
--- I have to give a shout out to all the members of my Sinfully More
Erotic Street Team, especially my fellow authors, Maia Dylan and Sarah
Marsh. Your friendship and support have meant the world to me. I always
look forward to our crazy chats, eye candy, and naughty antics. You are
all a wild and crazy lovable bunch. And another shout out goes to John
Tucker, the fabulous host with the most. He held my hand for my first
ever event this past summer. Thank you for all you do, John. 

What Genre of Erotica are you most hesitant to write about and why?

EK
--- Probably the darker side, with dubious consent. I’ve read some that
were really good, and some not so much, but in either, my brain just
doesn’t want to go there. You become invested after reading, and a
really good story pulls you in and stays with you for a while.

What's the least favorite word you've seen in Erotica and why?

EK --- Jizz and any variation of that word. Can’t really say why other than it makes me go Uggh!

Who was your first erotica novel dedicated to and why?

EK
--- My family and friends for their support. I have really good people
in my life that are always in my corner. I feel very fortunate.

Have you ever incorporated humor into a sex scene and, if not, would you be willing to try it?

EK
--- Oh absolutely. Laughter can add to the sex, I think. I have one
particular scene in UNSHATTERED where my couple can’t stop giggling, and
then it turns into something pretty steamy.

Where is one place you would never consider having sex at and why?

EK
--- A cemetery. It’s just creepy and I’d be too worried about things
that go bump in the night, and not the good kind of bump. ;)

On an average day you would most likely be wearing a cotton panties, a thong, or going commando)?

EK
--- I think thongs are the devil’s creation, so I would go with the hip
hugging cotton, maybe add a bit of lace. Though under the right fun
circumstance, commando would also be nice.

What Tame Literary Classic would you love to turn into a Hot Piece of Erotica?

EK
--- Pride And Prejudice. Elizabeth Bennett and Mr. Darcy are such a
passionate couple, even when they are both being stubborn as hell. I
think their sex would be explosive.

THE BOOKS

Gemma,
a she-wolf, alone and in unbearable pain, cries vengeance against the
evil man who caused her suffering. Jordan, alpha of the White-Moon pack,
the largest in the country, has a war to prepare for. Kane, his brother
and beta, struggles to be worthy of the role thrust upon him.

When
young girls start to disappear and rumors of a dangerous serum surface,
the two men are brought face to face with their destiny. A fiery
passion blooms between Gemma and her men, one that heals her body and
soul, but a dangerous war still lies ahead. Will they be successful at
stopping an evil tyrant before another girl goes missing or will Gemma
pay the ultimate price? With her life.

Maddie
Sutton always felt something missing until the day she met Charlie and
Cole. What started out as a childhood friendship slowly developed into
an all-consuming love. Her biggest problem is that she can only see them
in her dreams. Maddie realizes that to lead a normal life, she would
have to let them go. After all, they’re only a fantasy…or are they?
Charlie Gilbert and Cole Mercer are both very real. For years they have
loved and pined for Maddie, meeting up in dreams set in different
locales. Afraid of making her choose between them, they keep their
feelings hidden until finally realizing that the three of them belong
together. How can they convince Maddie if she doubts their existence?
When Charlie starts to doubt, Cole springs into action and brings them
all together. Now that they have found each other, they vow to never let
go, but when an unknown danger looms over Maddie, Charlie and Cole will
do anything to protect her, even if it means risking their own lives.

After
Anna James loses nearly everyone she loves and is betrayed by those she
trusted, she sets out in search of a place that would bring her
peace.She knew she had found it when she arrived in a sleepy little town
called Silver Cliff and she vows to never trust anyone with her heart
again, especially a man she fears would not only break her heart, he'd
incinerate it. Nathan Kent has dealt with his own heartache and demons
from getting off the path he was meant to be on. He decides to return to
his home town to rebuild his life and the last thing he needs is to
fall in love with a snarky girl who keeps her past under lock and key.
He realizes quickly, though, that she is girl worth risking it all for
and vows to make her his. Their pull was undeniable, like fireworks on
top of flaming bonfires. But Anna can't help wonder if she and Nathan
are strong enough to survive a past that keeps resurfacing or if fate
will keep shattering the world around her.